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I go into work Monday night at 8pm. Work overtime til 5am Tuesday morning without a break, cuz I had 5 pallets of stock to work, & no help (which I usually have for any amount).

Get home at 5:10. Wake Brother, finish packing, load Chevy & hit the road around 5:50

I drive the full 9 hours myself to Illinois, including through lunch-hour traffic in St. Louis and a 1/2 hour lunch just north of St. Louis to calm down after dealing with traffic assholes. (Don't blame my Brother. He offered to drive...I was just too stubborn to let him.)

Get to Dad's house around 3:30 just in time to say "Hi"/"Bye" to my Sister before she's off.

Stay up till around 5. Take nap til 6. Wake up to eat Supper. Go back to nap at 7. Wake up around 8:30 to go into Quincy for Bowling and Karaoke with friends. (Had a Blast at Karaoke!! More on that later.)

Get back to Dad's around 1am. Wait up til 1:30 waiting for other Sister to come in.Stay up til 2:30 chattting with her, then go to bed and pass out.

Get up at 7am Wednsday morning. Help Dad pick up a 500lb load of Antique Books to sell for a Non-Profit org. on ebay. I'm the bigger...I do all the lifting!

Get back to house, hang out with Dad till Noon, when the other two Siblings finally get up. Proceed to go into Quincy again with everyone, to shop for stuff for big outdoor dinner planned that night.

Get back around 5pm. No time for nap. Proceed to help with dinner prep. Guests arrive.

Brother and I spend 45mins. Hand-Cranking an Ice Cream churn, outside, in 95 degree heat!!

Dinner served around 7? Spend rest of evening entertaining guests. Go inside around 8:30, after dinner, while guests are still there, and proceed to pass out for 20mins. from combination of Heat/Exhaustion.

Get Cigars, go back outside. Sit around smoking cigars with Brother, Dad, & Dad's Buddy til Party's end around 10pm.

Everyone goes home. I go to bed.

Wake up 7:30 am. See Dad off to work. Hang around til 10 when Sibs wake up. Hang around with them, then pack up. Brother and I hug Sis goodbye, and are on the road to Quincy to say goodbye to Dad and Brother's friends (whom we Karaoked with Tues. night).

Get to Dad's job. Hang around with him till almiost 3pm. Say goodbye. Get gas.

Go to Friend's house.Hang around til 4:30. Say Goodbye.

Get in Blazer....NO START!! I freak the FUCK-OUT! Mostly because I just paid $150 to get the damn thing fixed!

Call friend for Jumpstart. Jumpstart vehicle...It's running!

Get in and take off. Make it 20ft before it dies again. Call for another Jumpstart. It starts again! Put it in gear, and it dies. Call Dad. Call tow truck.

Wait till 5:45 waiting for truck. Get the tow to local garage just before they close.

Find out it's only a battery connection, and really only have to pay for the tow!

Hit the road just after 6, with me driving agian.

Make just past St. Louis and finally tire out. Let Brother drive.

Proceed to Doze for next couple of hours. Not sleep....just doze.

Brother drives into AR border. I finally get enough rest to drive, and take the wheel from him. (Hehe. My car, my rules.) Drive the next 2 hours to Batesville.

Drop Bro off at home to go to Bathroom, stop at work to drop off gift for friend at work. Find out the guy who was supposed to cover for me has'nt done anything whilst I was away.

Get home 4:20 am. Tired. Bitchy. Frustrated. Pass out around 5 am Friday morning.

Sleep til 7pm!!

Get up and get ready for work.


That's pretty much it.

This was actually my first time singing Karaoke.
I had never done Karaoke before, but I was eager to try.
You see, all throughout my school years, I was in Choir. And, not to brag, I was good. I use to place "All-Region" tenor every year, and I always placed in the top 10.
But after High School I started smoking. I was up to a pack and a half of full flavored Camels a day. It just basically ruined my voice. I could still sing, but nowhere near as well as I used to.
5 years ago, i quit smoking altogether. I went back to the occasional Cigar a year or two after that, but I only smoke those about once a month at the most! No lie there.
My voice has been slowly coming back since then, and I started singing occasionally while I'm working. (Much to the annoyance of my fellow co-workers, but Fuck them anyway!)
My Brother came back to live in Batesville about a year and a half back now. And during our catch up conversations, he mentioned he'd discovered Karaoke, and how much fun it was.
At first I was wary, but more and more I found myself warming up to the idea! I used to love singing. I'm not the Tenor I used to be, but I could still belt them out pretty good.
I finally got the chance while we were up visiting to try it out.
When we went out, it originally was'nt with the intention of going to Karaoke. But the Bowling alley closed early, and we all decided to go.
I did'nt go with the idea of singing, myself, in mind. I was just going along with everyone else.
But as I watched everyone up there performing, both the good ones and the bad ones, having a blast no matter how bad at it they were....I slowly built up my courage.
I finally decided, "What the Hell!", and put my name in the line up.
I chose "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi.
I was nervous as Hell when they called me up there. The Mic was shaking in my hand as I started.
But I just eased into it. And then I Belted it out!!
I don't wanna brag....well, actually.....Hell, yes, I wanna brag! Otherwise, I would'nt even mention it here!
I ROCKED THE FUCKING HOUSE!!
And I'm not the one who said so. There were people I did'nt know, strangers, telling me how good I was!
That felt good.
I wanna do it again.
But It'll be harder around here. Up there, I was performing in front of people I did'nt know, in a strange place, a strange town, in another state!
The thought of doing it around here makes me a little more nervous.
I'll just have to find the courage I guess.
Oh well.